“When he told you to keep your distance. What did you say?” She pulled out of my grip again so she could look at me. It was funny how she used to avoid making eye contact, but right now it was all she seemed to do.
“I told him no.”
Sofia let out a laugh. “You said no?”
“Yeah,” I said, hoping I sounded as tough and manly as I felt.
“And?”
“He didn’t like my answer.”
A smile spread as she closed her eyes for a moment before cupping my chin. “Well, I loved your answer.”
The words fell from her lips so softly that I couldn’t help but stare. I wanted those lips all to myself. I craved them, desired them. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin, if she’d let me, and I hoped to God she would.
“So you don’t want me to keep my distance?” I asked, wanting her to admit she was falling as hard and as fast as I was.
Her smile dropped. “Not even a little bit,” she said almost sheepishly, as if it was hard for her to say out it loud.
“Good. Because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
There. More truth and more feelings for her to process. Sofia knew she wasn’t a fling, but she needed to hear it from me. So I planned to tell her everything she needed to hear, as often as she needed to hear it, until she believed me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever want you to,” she said softly.
I lifted her chin until she met my eyes again, wanting to be very clear. “This isn’t temporary, Sofia.”
Her gaze dropped to my lips, and when it rose again, it was filled with heat. “I don’t want it to be.”
When the words I needed to hear left her lips, I cut her off with a hard kiss. There were too many emotions in the room, too many feelings hanging in the air, and I was only so strong.
I needed to feel her, needed to taste her, and when her head dipped back, giving me access to her neck, I knew she was granting me permission to much more—to her body and her heart. I wanted all of it, every single bit of her that she’d allow me.
I planned to be gentle . . . tried so hard to be. But things don’t always go as planned.
Not Going Anywhere
Sofia
Ryan grabbed my ass, now covered only by my silky panties since my nightshirt had ridden up to my waist. My heart pounding, I moved my body on top of his and rubbed myself against him. I wasn’t above dry-humping like a fifteen-year-old, and from the way his hard-on bulged and shifted beneath his jeans, he wasn’t either.
It had been far too long since anyone had touched me the way Ryan was doing, his fingers digging into my back as I rolled my hips, pressing myself against his groin.
When he ground out, “You’re killing me, angel,” I continued my movements, afraid that if I stopped it all might end. The last thing in the world I wanted right now was for that to happen.
I’d never been the type of woman to care about sex. I’d gone lengths of time without a man inside me that made most women shudder in horror. They never understood how I kept it all together when I wasn’t allowing myself to come apart. Matson had always been my priority, and an orgasm seemed like a distant second . . . or fifth to my vibrator, if I was being completely honest.
But in this moment with Ryan, his hands all over me, lifting me higher so he could press kisses against my bare stomach, I wondered how I’d survived so long without it. My body ached to be filled with him, the need building between my legs before spreading through my entire body.
“I want you,” I whispered.
Ryan froze and stared at me. “You sure? Because I’m only asking once. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to take you. I’m so turned on, Sofia.”
“Take me then,” I said breathlessly, and it was all the permission he needed before his grip on me tightened and he flipped us over in one movement.
“You have any idea what you do to me?”
He kissed me before I could answer, and the feel of his weight on me made me moan out loud. Ryan’s muscles were hard, but his skin was soft. His body was chiseled in all the right places, yet his touches were sensitive. He was a contradiction of the best kind, and I found myself craving more of him . . . all of him. My need for him consumed me.